A Clinical Psychologist, Facilitator, Baker and Candlestick maker! Love to write. My career is based on the spoken word. I use words to connect, heal, create insight, facilitate growth and evoke laughter.Words twirl and curtsy, They do as you say. Accurate and reliable, They don’t betray! Cheers!

Poems you may like :

Give me back, me back, my affections. I had planted the kisses on melting lamps. The dark tunnel goes to a lake for a rendezvous with pink death on white lips of cinders. Such agony of wintering tree. Not a

And, it tore through dumb claim; the fakes had commingled with the truth. Nowhere my soul found peace. One by one shadows were losing their skeletons. The tarnished face was forced to recant its nose and shrank into hole. Blood

savage was the bond of weakness; we were hiding behind the pain of decline, abdicating the singed shrine of nameless opposition, nowhere the roots were reaching the bottom of truth, I ran like river of life amongst the flames, you

I still remember the day, when you had left me alone , without saying bye , without telling me your annoyance, remember you every moment , miss you with my weeping eyes, feel as if my heart stopped working ,

I still remember the day, when you had left me alone, without bidding me goodbye, without telling the annoyance. I remember you every moment, miss you with my weeping heart, feel as if my heart stopped working, my eyes have